Desperate Housewives Addict
I've never really been addicted to anything except peace and quiet and Cinnabon rolls, but lately, I've become a Desperate Housewives junkie. For instance, when we went to Florida for the weekend, I made it VERY clear to my husband that I had but one request: that we get back in time for the 8:00 PM Desperate Housewives show. But can you really trust a husband with remembering anything that doesn't involve duct tape or dual overhead cams? I think not. So we were woefully late and I was livid enough to embark in that all too unsettling silent treatment that we desperate housewives have honed to perfection. Fortunately, my fellow junkie, Kathy, agreed to tape the show for me (how can you refuse a groveling husband on his knees begging for mercy?) So I did get to mainline my show with gusto. Now, as I'm getting ready to go to Norway for three episodes (yes, that's how I measure time, now.) I find myself asking 'Do I really need to travel with my family or should I stay behind and take care of the dogs, weed the garden, and, oh yeah, I almost forgot, watch Desperate Housewives?' Tough call.
Anyway, I will say goodbye for now. Things are so hectic I have to neglect my blog until after I get back. Everyone have a wonderful and safe holiday!!